RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 8: MABEL.

Yoongi smiled, leaning into his seat.
"You don't have to. I'll find out myself."
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...you can't run away from me...

The door opened, and a female omega walked in, her cinnamon scent illuminating the room.

She wasn't Asian... or russian... or Italian, unlike every other individual he had come across since he'd left the silo. She was white, full blooded American. That was the first thing Hoseok took note of. Her blonde hair and bright blue pupils was enough reason for Hoseok to conclude.

The omega could tell already that she was bitchy, he didn't like her.

"You sent for me sir." Her American accent was fluent.

"Yes," Yoongi answered motioning towards Hoseok. "Take him to his room."

The omega raised a brow, snorting. "You're entrusting me with her? That's the easiest way for an escape."

"You're inside this mansion already. Your plan isn't as easy as you think." The alpha smiled oh so sweetly at him provoking him even further.

The alpha was right tho, Hoseok knew it. He was too concentrated on struggling with him earlier to mark out the directions in the mansion. He could remember he had counted... was it eleven?... or twelve?... Storeys on their drive in.

"That still doesn't stop me." He spoke trying to hide his annoyance. "I would find my way somehow."

"Trust me cupcake, non puoi scappare da me (you can't run away from me)."

Good, so he speaks Italian too. The omega wasn't surprised. To be in the mafia meant you have to know a lot, and language was one of the important thing to learn in the mafia community.

He knew Italian too, and even Russian. They were forced to learn that back at the silo.

"Guardami (watch me)"

The Alpha's smiled widened, provoking the omega even further. He seemed to be satisfied. Now he was thankful to his father for bringing this gift to him. He loved challenge, and this boy was the complete example of what he wanted.

Turning his gaze to the woman who'd been confusely watching them speak what sounded like gibberish to her, he spoke, in English this time. "Mabel, take him."

"Alright sir."

The woman turned to Hoseok not attempting to hide the glare she was giving him. Hoseok in return gave her the sweetest smile he'd ever had, his heart shaped lips in full display.

"Mabel, is it? How about you tell your Don to uncuff me? I'm not gonna go all day with my hands locked to my back, am I? What if I need to take a leak?"

She gritted her teeth in anger about to say something when Yoongi beat her to it."

"Take." He said, tossing a key towards her. Unluck him when he's in his room."

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"You're sure you know your way around here? We've passed this painting three times now."

"Just shut up." Mabel snared, leading the male down another hallway.

"Oh no!" The male omega gave a mocking gasp, "you don't want to be saying that!"

They finally got to a stop, and the woman opened the door for him, ushering him in. "Make yourself comfortable, I guess." She muttered with a eye roll, beginning to close the door behind her.

"Sure thing, I'll do." Hoseok returned her eyeroll with his sweet provoking smile. "Wait! Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What!" The woman snapped, clearly uninterested with the young male's cunning game.

"You haven't unlocked this." He said, motioning to the cuff. You need to be quick, or I might pee on my self."

The woman made a disgusted face, coming forward to unlock the cuffs. "Don't think of trying anything stupid, Yoongi wouldn't hesitate to send you to your early grave." She warned, removing the cuff from his wrist.

"Yoongi? I'm guessing that's your Don's name. At least, now, I know what to call him." The omega spoke, massaging his now bruised wrist.

You might be thinking he would make a run for it now that he was free, but he wasn’t, not yet. Running now would be a stupid idea, for he hadn't failed to notice the numerous and fully armed guards scattered around the corridors in the building, he would have to cook out a new idea.

For now, he needed some refreshment. The woman left, closing the door behind her, and now it was just Hoseok by himself, left to do whatever he wanted.

The room was... empty. There was nothing, just a bed, a lamp and a bedside locker. The room was beautiful too, he wasn't gonna lie, everything from the ceiling to the marble floor, surely costs more than the omega could guess.

On the bed sat a neatly folded set of hoodie and a matching sweat pant, next to it was a towel.

Right, he needed some deep ass cleaning, escape plans could wait for now.

Smiling to himself, he pulled off his white uniform and his underwear all together, leaving him stack naked, scanning around, he found a door which he assumed was the bathroom.  Opening it, his eyes bulged out. It was a walk in closet, filled to the brim with clothes, all in his size some bigger, but they were still perfect.

Eventually finding the bathroom, he took a nice and warm bath, scrubbing every nook and cranies of his body, ensuring to use every damn body wash, shampoo and scrub he could find in the bathroom.

Finally getting satisfied, he rinsed himself, making his way out with a towel around his chest, wet hair dripping down his back.

The hoodie and sweatpant was too big on him, probably wasn't supposed to be his for it had a minty scent on it, but he wore it anyway, he didn't have the time to find anything else to wear, plus the scent was strangely comforting.

Picking up his old set of clothes from the floor, a card and some crumbled up paper fell out of it. Yeah, the Same card he'd used to cut the rope bounded around his wrist.  He kept it beneath his pillow, it could come in handy later. The crumbled papers were the dollar notes containing the strange powders he'd taken from the man he killed the day before.

He wasn't sure what they were, but he kept them anyway, he did suspect they were some kind of illegal drugs, this could also be useful in whatever way he didn't know yet.

Making his way towards the exit door, he tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"Fucker, they trapped me in here." He cursed beneath his breath, making his way back to the bed.

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